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I Get Physical Lyrics

Artist: Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Album: The Main Ingredient

[CL Smooth]It's going down from out of townoff the wicked streets of New York troubleMe and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundleBlessin weight to listen to greats from the bassment gatesMakin the dubplates that cause quakes in other statesMy soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties workin the scenesin tight jeans that blows all your boyfriends to smithereensOn a scout to get humped out from the zone, bumpin BabyfaceWhen everything's live, I let my Boo driveNow do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beefAny last requests? You better make it briefKid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocksControl blocks from ballplayers to corner hustlersHere come the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fireDroppin smooth synthetic, the physical's mentalbut the outcome is energeticLarger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritualto set it one time on the physical

[CL Smooth]You must be silly my soul is Bigger than Willie to shock a citywith some of the Mecca-fied joint at the boiling pointMakin stable moves, wrestling grooves, here comes the painMy style's invisible knives, slicin to the root of your brainFunk locks when the terror come to box from the Pete RizzocksKnocks the ghetto blaster funkin full fashionNow dames kick the sham real slow, talkin the shopping's urgentThere hasn't been that much scheamin since Eve met the serpentMy love rules Daisy Duke's amusedCheck the view of the issue my flexin bounce to your body tissueYou know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy, let the click growsExotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoesDon't be surprised, you get Tysonized, the ultimate testis like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez bestBlessed on a lyrical slugfest, cause every round's criticalOne blow that kept the dough physical

[CL Smooth]You better brace yourself, in other words, fasten seatbeltsWhen the Carmel melts, you love spots in your poom poom shortsNo one can rock me and my latest aristocracy of FunktasiaI represent the full intent to bring the flavorHead or gut, steady layin in the cut, fool it's mine kidfor niggaz doin a master race Scarface bidMaintain God, and keep it all solidfrom the Overlord Adolpho MuhammadTo game written twenty years down the line still hittinMakin arena sites rougher than the hockey fightsIt's just one of those nights, topsy turvy like a roller derbyStyle is comin sturdy any way you wanna work meCheck the bizarre and hear a star, with so muchchocolate over the Carmel, we need to own a candy barBut before we merc, run the drill I get physicalMystical, very artistical